The past few days had been in vain, as I was still deeply disturbed by Aaron Maxwell's audacious attack on me. He didn't need to escalate things to that level. We were no longer children, and he should behave like a grown man instead of someone with a stick lodged up his ass.
That day, Mr. Maxwell dropped me off a few blocks away from my house, which I was grateful for. The car ride from the unknown location to my neighborhood was filled with complete silence. He blindfolded me again before leaving, ensuring I couldn't see where I was. Although, even without the blindfold, I wouldn't have been able to guess. Regardless, I didn't want to provoke him further, so I allowed him to do as he pleased, yearning to reach home as soon as possible.
Upon arriving home, I met my mom at the doorway. I knew she must have been worried sick about me, and I could anticipate the onslaught of questions coming my way. However, I wasn't in the mood or had the energy to explain anything to her at that moment
